The man between lights and stars
Today I was flying over a sea of lights.
When I peeped through the window
I saw a star sparkling in the night sky.
It was different than usual
For I wasn’t looking upto it
From the city of lights
But I was staring right into it.
The sense of reaching a place
Which I always looked upto
Gave me a sense of freedom.
I flew a million times but that
Lone star gave meaning to my wings.
The more I stared at it
The more powerful I felt
And the more lonely I felt.
It was there, unwaveringly tough
Always looked upon by million lights
But never beside any.
But is loneliness consequence of freedom
Or freedom comes from loneliness?
Would there ever be a man
Who isn’t shackled with responsibilities
Amongst a million lights
And also feel their warmth?
Is it always true that we have to choose
Between warmth and freedom?
Would there ever be a man
That exists in between lights and stars?
Somehow I got caught up in between…
